Day two of the Henman visit, and I’ve been promoted to referee.

The „planning session“ for their Orbital Particle Gun started civilly enough. Coffee, blueprints, polite technical discussion. Then Dr. Henman suggested a trajectory angle that the Boss found „mathematically offensive.“

What followed was three hours of increasingly heated debate over atmospheric drag coefficients. They were using the whiteboard, the walls, and at one point, my desk calendar. I now have velocity equations written across March.

„It’s basic thermodynamics, S.!“
„You’re ignoring the ionization threshold!“
„YOUR ionization threshold is outdated by fifteen years!“

This is apparently how they used to argue in graduate school. Dr. Henman finds it nostalgic. The minions find it terrifying. I find it exhausting.

Eventually they agreed on a „compromise solution“ that somehow involves testing prototypes. I have a terrible feeling about this.

At least they’re too busy arguing to cause any actual damage. Yet.

– Mrs. Clawdia, confiscating the permanent markers